The view from the office at the end of the corridor - the last point at which the crap stops flowing down from above. Never brews up. Better paid than a PC - less stress than the Inspector.
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Wednesday, 21 October 2009

Why I can't blog about my job...

Much as I'd love to - I can't.

Let me explain... I work in a small office. Full of 'characters'. And due to the nature of the Trivial Crime Squad, and our lack of (night)shifts, and lack of confrontation, then our HR department (human resources, or possibly hissing reptiles - they'd be as well regarded and as much use) and the SLT (senior management team with dyslexia... should be SMT, but they are under the impression that they are leaders rather than managers) then I have more characters than you would expect on a department of a similar size.

I have the sick, lame and lazy - or the mad, sad and not very well. All very unfair of course, but the fact is some of my team are variously:

'...a supervisor's nightmare...'recovering from a critical illnessrecovering from a nervous breakdownhave horrendous childcare problemspregnant"lazy"'...action planned...''...moved under a cloud...'

and so on.

It's like the foreign legion. Everyone has a story, everyone has a reason for being in the squad. But nonetheless, they are a good bunch, work hard, care about what they do, mostly get on, and I would back them 100% when the make an honest mistake, and ensure that if things go well and truly pear-shaped, then the wheel would be bolted back on.

I'm always aware that the quirks and traits of my staff make for an incongruous bunch, and it is more the Office , than the Bill and I do have to resist the lure of becoming David Brent with chevrons. And as a result I certainly wasn't explaining to the divisonal commander why I had nominated a Sooty glove puppet as my deputy, given the SLT's failure to give me any assistance while one of my 'oppo's' is off long term sick and the other retired months ago and was never replaced.

Not me.

That DID NOT happen.

So I prefer to keep quiet about the daily ins and outs... unlike a lot of police bloggers. We do an odd job, in a smallish town, of some notoriety. You could guess who we are, we where, what we do, who I am... If I was to reveal too much, I would most likely blow my cover, embarass and upset my colleagues - and at the end of the day, they are too important to me to do that to them. Despite the very real temptation to blog the rich seam of stuff that happens. It's not an easy choice.

2 comments:

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About Me

Sergeant Custerd is a time served and experienced UK Police officer, having started his service in the Metropolitan Borough of Trotskyfield, then transferred to Countyshire Constabulary, serving a whole three weeks in Slagheap-in-the-mire, before transferring to Smack-by-the-Sea, and on reaching the dizzy heights of power was promoted to Heritage City as a Sergeant.
A transfer back to Smack-by-the-Sea followed and a posting in the Custody Office, where hot chocolate and sympathy was delivered in large portions to the ethically challenged.
A return to the big city followed and Sergeant Custerd now leads by example in embracing diversity and challenging inappropriate behaviour.
None of this is true by the way - and certainly in no way relates to any UK police force, real or imaginary.
He arrested someone once.